as i sit in idleness today, someone sent a picture to remind me that i am missing my annual exec retreat. a season end retreat south of the border which will undoubtedly involve massive amount of eating, drinking, passing out, waking up hungover and then repeat. i’m disappointed that i am missing out on this retreat for other commitments. but when i think about it again, i am doing my body a huge favour – forgoing things that can’t be undone to the liver, and then i get over it
